Ideas – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I don’t know you and I don’t love you
What do you like to eat?
What movie do you want to watch while laying on the couch on a Friday night?
Do you even want to stay at home on a Friday night?
Are you energetic and adventurous, or chill and philosophical?
Do you like to fuck fast or slow?
I have no idea of who you are
But I do know you and I do love you
Because I see us taking long walks in the snow
I see us coming home to cuddle under the warmth of the cover
We sleep and fuck and wake up together
We console each other after a horrible day
and we enjoy the good days
But I don’t know you and I don’t love you
I only know and love the idea of you

by Andreas Blaustein

Suggestions – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I love learning
I hate school
Without education
I’ll be stuck at a shit job
until I can make my dreams come true
Making dreams coming true
doesn’t pay rent
Either way I turn
I’ll have to do something that I hate
without knowing why
People have suggestions as to what I should do
as I’m slowly sinking into the mud
It’s not like I have any ideas myself
except to trust myself
but I forgot how

by Andreas Blaustein

Horses – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I read about all those battles
fought between big armies
assembled by the powerful kings
They fought for great lands and riches
I hope they got what they wanted
because many of the horses they rode
died without knowing or understanding what they died for
They were the ones who carried all the armies into blood and violence
but the war stories we tell today
never mention the horses

by Andreas Blaustein

Headache – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

Last night I slept for four hours
And I constantly woke up
Then I went to work
I got scolded for taking a break
and for being too slow and for not caring about the job and for talking too much
Eleven hours of work gave me a headache and a shitty pay
When I got home I took my time
I ate and drank and rested
There was no work the next day
So I slept for eleven hours
and for that
I woke up with a headache

by Andreas Blaustein

Nothing, None, Nowhere – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

“What do you want to work with?”
“Nothing”
“What goals do you have?”
“None”
“Where do you see yourself in ten years?”
“Nowhere”
People; I don’t want to do anything, ever
I want to sit still and nothing more
I don’t want shit from life
I want to hide under a rock
and be rid of everything
You want me to push limits
but all that pushing always ends up in a concrete wall
I just want to stay away from all people
instead of always maximizing everything
So put the rock back on top of me
and leave me alone

by Andreas Blaustein

Coffee – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

My boss wants me to do extra work all the time
My boss wants me to work overtime all the time
My boss wants to fire a couple people in the work force
and make the remaining ones work more
It’s apparently cheaper that way
So I spat in my boss’ coffee when he wasn’t looking
I know you think it’s a disgusting and vile thing to do
I know you think it’s abnormal and disturbing
I think the only thing that’s disgusting, vile, abnormal and disturbing
is the way my boss is exploiting me and my colleagues
and that you’re as okay with it as my boss is

by Andreas Blaustein

Fun Party – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

The music is loud and horrible
People are louder and they constantly change the song
They drink and let loose their worst sides that I wish I had not seen
I can’t even hear the words of the person infront of me
and if I did, I bet it’s not even worth listening to
Fifty people inside an apartment, all generating heat
I’m standing still and I’m sweating all over my body
Is this a party? Is this fun?
Well then, fuck parties and fuck fun
I’ll take a taxi home, the unreasonable price is worth it
because the train won’t get me there fast enough
The sanctity of home is my well of serenity
Here I can read, listen to good music and watch my favourite movies and shows
I can stand still without sweating for nothing
I can sit in silence and think and philosophize
My inspiration can be put to something meaningful here
There’s only one problem
I’m alone and I can’t meet new people
They’re at the party having fun

by Andreas Blaustein